tangle

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Here's to days woken with start:
Bulging eyes, sweat glints,
a racing rabbit heart.
Faltering fingers coupled
with equally
twisted tongues
Babbling brooks from
protesting pouts.
But it is warm
and all is
slivers of silver
along contours and curves.
Wonder about the
dark oily tangles
and the all silent sentinels
that revel,
perhaps, not so

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thank you =]